Walking Up to the Stage

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Okay, I got this.

After a few inspirational whisperings, I convinced myself to walk up the stage. Junior brother was already there.

'He's weak. He's weak. He's weak.'

Yeah. He's weak. Ergo, I can do this.

Sh*t, I can't do this.

Why?

I tripped when I tried to go on the stage.